Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Temporary.
That’s the word I’d use to describe my life right now. I’m temporarily
working double shifts—at least until I can break free. I’m temporarily
raising my little brother—since apparently our actual mother doesn’t
give a crap about either of us. And I always end up as nothing but the
temporary girlfriend—the flavor of the week for every guy who’s heard
the rumor that I give it up so easily.

At least Drew Callahan,
college football legend and local golden boy, is upfront about it. He
needs someone to play the part of his girlfriend for one week. In
exchange for cash. As if that’s not weird enough, ever since he brought
me into his world, nothing really makes sense. Everyone hates me.
Everyone wants something from him. And yet the only thing Drew seems to
want is . . . me.

I don’t know what to believe anymore. Drew
is sweet, sexy, and hiding way more secrets than I am. All I know is, I
want to be there for him—permanently.

If you have read this fabulous book, then you might remember a certain marshmallow themed note that Drew writes to Fable at the end. Recently, I begged and pleaded and got a peek at that scene. Just had to share it with you!

DO. NOT. READ. if you haven't read One Week Girlfriend yet!

Never look back unless you are planning to go that way. – Henry David Thoreau

Drew

I sit on the edge
of the bed watching her sleep. She’s so damn beautiful all the time but
especially when she’s like this. Eyes closed, mouth soft, expression…open. Not so
full of wariness or anger or pity.

Yeah, I hate to
see the pity in her eyes, though I’ve only witnessed that a few times. She
hates what happened to me and feels
bad but she doesn’t hate me so that’s
a plus. I still can’t believe she knows what happened between Adele and I and wants
to be with me anyway. I never believed I could find a girl like this. More than
anything, I figured I would never, ever tell anyone about my fucked up past.

Fable knows. Yet
she wants to stick.

I can’t let her
though. I’d only hurt her. I’m all fucked up still. What Adele confessed sent
me reeling. It’s…too much. I’m too much. No girl in their right mind would want
to deal with me and I can’t blame them. My excess baggage overwhelms me and
it’s mine. Imagine what Fable must think.

Turning away from
her, I breathe deep and close my eyes briefly, telling myself to get a move on.
I’m already dressed. The sun will be up soon. I’d planned my escape the moment
she fell asleep and I should be gone by now. But something keeps me there.

That something is
Fable.

Standing, I go to the
side of the bed and stare down at her, my hands in my pockets so I won’t do
something stupid like reach out and touch her. Instead I keep my gaze locked on
her face, almost willing her to feel me looking at her. She exhales softly,
murmurs something I can’t understand and I wish I didn’t have to do this.

But I do.

I glance around
her room, noting how freaking messy it is. Hey, no one’s perfect and seeing her
bedroom allows me that little glimpse into her world I so desperately wanted to
see. I want to know everything about her, even the stuff she wants to keep from
me.

Everything.

Even though it’s
dark I can still see the piles of clothes on the floor, the jewelry scattered
all over the top of her old, beat up dresser. There’s a notebook sitting
amongst the chaos and without thought I grab it, open it up and tear out a
blank sheet of paper.

Hell. What am I
doing? Am I really going to write her a freaking note? It’ll only piss her off.
She’ll hate me for good, no matter what my intentions are. I’m conflicted. I
both want to keep her close and push her away. Keeping her is the selfish part
of me. Pushing her away is the selfless part.

For once, I should
be selfless. Think of others before I think of myself. Leaving Fable is the
right thing to do. I know it in my head.

My heart and my
body though? They’re both screaming at me to stay.

Pushing all
thought aside, I glance around, trying my best to keep quiet. There’s a cup of
pens sitting next to a scratched, small jewelry box and I pluck one from the
container, settling heavily in the lone chair in the room. It’s covered with
clothes, there’s an empty laundry basket it right next to the chair and I flip
it over, creating a makeshift desk.

What the hell do I
write? I’m sorry just won’t cut it. She’ll probably want to tear my balls off
if I give her some sort of lame excuse or a halfhearted apology.

So I go ahead and
decide to tell her the truth.

My handwriting is
crap. I’m nervous so it’s shaky. I hate this. I hate feeling like this.
Maybe…maybe I could put a secret message in my note. And if she can figure it
out, then maybe Fable really is the girl for me.

Dear Fable,

(Have I ever told
her how much I love her name? It’s so unusual. She’s unusual—in the best
possible way.)

My worst enemy is behind me because of you.

(Fuck this is the
truth. Partially. I still have demons to battle though.)

And there’s still a lot left for me to
explain.

(So much it would
take a freaking lifetime for me to tell her everything. Shit she wouldn’t want
to hear either.)

Right now, all I can think about is you.

(It’s true. I have
a feeling she’ll haunt me for the rest of my life.)

So many things in my life confuse me and…

Hurt me—except you.

(I feel like she’s
the only person I can trust in this entire world yet I’m leaving her. What the
hell is wrong with me? Is it because I don’t know what it’s like to be really
happy so I’d rather be miserable?)

Maybe we can be together again someday.

(A guy can hope
right? I’ve felt too hopeless for too long.)

All I really want is you, but I can’t do
this now.

(I can’t. It’ll
hurt her too much. What if I discover more secrets in my life? That would kill
me—and her.)

Losing you will be the hardest thing I’ve
dealt with yet.

(I feel like I’m
leaving a piece of myself with Fable. I wonder if she even knows how much she
means to me.)

Loving you might be a mistake. Drawing you
into my world will

Only hurt you. And I refuse to do that.

(I’m a liar. Loving
her will never be a mistake. I’m only saying that to make this easier on us. If
that’s even possible.)

Will you ever forgive me?

Will she? If I
were her, I wouldn’t. I don’t deserve her forgiveness. I’m a coward. A coward
who is madly in love with Fable Maguire.

Releasing a
shuddering breath, I stand. Slip the pen back into the cup where I found it. Go
to the bed where Fable still sleeps. I set the note on her bedside table and
then, unable to resist, I lean over and press my cheek against hers, inhaling
her sweet, delicious scent. She doesn’t so much as move, all I can feel is her
warm breath fanning across my cheek and I press a ghost of a kiss to her lips
before I rise.

And leave.

* * *

I’ve known her a
week. I shouldn’t think I’m in love with her but I am. Thinking about leaving
her makes my chest ache. Yet here I am, sneaking out of her apartment like a
thief, shutting the door quietly behind me. Outside, the air is frigid, the sky
still dark with clouds though the rising sun lightens the otherwise gloomy gray.

There have been a
lot of shitty days in my life but I think this one rates as one of the all time
shittiest.

Climbing into my
truck, I slam the door, lean my forehead against the steering wheel and close
my eyes against the fucking tears that want to spill. Regret settles heavily,
nearly choking me and I reach out blindly, slip the key into the ignition and
start the engine.

I write her a
marshmallow letter and hope like hell she understands it. I can’t let her go
yet. I can’t let us go yet. Stupid, I
know. I’ve known her a week. It shouldn’t matter what we shared between us. A
few kisses, mindless sex, that was it, right?

But no. it was so
much more than that. Fucking soul stirring kisses that made me believe in
chances. In love. When we touch, when I hold her in my arms, when I’m inside
her, I want to lose myself in her.

Forever.

She knows all my
secrets. I think I know all of hers. I want more. She probably wants more too
but right now, I can’t give it to her. So maybe someday she’ll come and find
me.

Since I first started seeing reviews for this I have been wanting to read it!! It sounds so awesome! I think I might have bought it for my kindle. I didn't read the excerpt since I haven't read the book yet.

Deleted scene?! Drew writing the Marshmallow letter?! Excuse me a minute.... *jumps on couch and does happy dance & screams at top of lungs* Ok, I'm back. Love the scene! I always wanted to know that scene from his POV. It was hard reading it through Fable, but to have what was going on in Drew's mind is awesome. It puts that whole scene in clearer prospective to me.

Having read this book and owning the e-book version, I can only wonder what other secrets he's alluding too. I also would love to know his motivation in leaving Fable. If he loves her, leaving her will hurt her and him!

I love this deleted scene! I was so angry on Drew when he left her and only wrote that letter. It was nice to read what he felt. But I´m glad that this scene wasn´t in the book because in my opinion it was more.. dramatical and sad :)

I have heard so many amazing things about Monica Murphy and especially this series, so I am very excited to find out what all the hype is about. Plus, Drew and Fable sound like fabulous characters! Thanks for the giveaway! :D